Contagious || Ghost x Fem

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐮𝐫𝐲

The soft light of dawn filtered through the windows, casting a gentle glow over the room as you took a deep breath, the crisp morning air filling your lungs. You relished the sensation as you stretched your limbs, welcoming the new day with open arms. Outside, you could hear the faint sounds of the base coming to life, the distant hum of activity signaling the start of another day. As you opened your door, the soft creak echoed down the hallway, and to your surprise, Ghost emerged from his room just opposite yours.

Despite the casualness of the moment, there was an underlying sense of anticipation, as if something significant might unfold with just a simple exchange. "Morning," Ghost's voice was calm, his usual demeanor intact as he greeted you. You returned the greeting with a soft "Good morning," the words feeling almost weighted in the charged atmosphere between you. As you both descended the stairs simultaneously, an unexpected awkwardness settled over the moment, reminiscent of the nervousness of teenage crushes. With each step, the tension seemed to thicken, making the air feel heavier than usual. Your cheeks flushed slightly as Ghost's shoulder brushed against yours, sending a subtle but noticeable jolt through you.

With Ghost settled on the couch, idly flicking through the channels on the TV, and you heading towards the kitchen to brew some coffee, the quietness of the early morning enveloped the space. The soft hum of the brewing coffee machine filled the air, a comforting sound against the backdrop of the stillness. Ghost's occasional clicks of the remote punctuated the silence, creating a sense of familiarity amidst the tranquility. As the aroma of freshly brewed coffee began to permeate the room, a subtle sense of calm washed over you both, embracing the solitude of the moment before the bustle of the day began.

You approached Ghost with two steaming cups of coffee, the warmth seeping through the ceramic mugs and into your hands. "Coffee?" you offered, extending one towards him, and he accepted with a grateful nod. "Thanks," he rasped softly, his voice carrying the quietness of the morning. Settling down beside him on the couch, you both sipped from your mugs, the rich aroma of the coffee mingling with the stillness of the room. You found solace in each other's company, the air between you heavy with unspoken understanding. In this moment, there was a quiet acceptance, a mutual understanding that allowed you both to be vulnerable without fear of judgment. Sipping your coffee in companionable silence, the weight of the world seemed to lift, if only for a fleeting moment, as you shared this intimate space.

The air was charged with a newfound connection, forged from the depths of shared emotions and intimate conversations. Each word exchanged had woven a thread between you, binding your souls closer together. It was as though the barriers that once stood between you had crumbled, leaving behind a raw authenticity that resonated deeply within both of you. In this shared vulnerability, there was an unspoken promise of support, understanding, and acceptance, anchoring you to each other in ways you couldn't fully comprehend. 

As you stole a glance at him, your heart fluttered involuntarily. The dim light from the TV cast gentle shadows on his features through his mask, highlighting the contours of his face in a mesmerizing manner. His eyes, reflecting the flickering screen, met yours with an unspoken understanding, drawing you into their depths with an irresistible allure. When he draped his arm around you, a surge of warmth coursed through your body, igniting a delicate dance of sensations that tingled beneath your skin. The weight of his arm felt reassuring, a silent reassurance of his presence beside you in this quiet moment. It was a simple gesture, yet it spoke volumes, conveying a sense of intimacy and connection that transcended words.